Mary Darby Robinson

(1758 - 1800 / England)

Mary Darby Robinson Poems

1. Ode To Della Crusca 1/3/2003
2. Ode To Valour 1/3/2003
3. Sonnet -- The Tear 1/3/2003
4. Monody To The Memory Of Chatterton 1/3/2003
5. Ode To Health 1/3/2003
6. Sonnet Xxiii: To Aetna's Scorching Sands 1/3/2003
7. Sonnet Ii: High On A Rock 1/3/2003
8. To Rinaldo 1/3/2003
9. Ode To The Muse 1/3/2003
10. Oberon To The Queen Of The Fairies 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet Viii: Why, Through Each Aching Vein 1/3/2003
12. Ode To Melancholy 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xxxvii: When, In The Gloomy Mansion 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet V: O! How Can Love 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet -- The Peasant 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Xxxii: Blest As The Gods 1/3/2003
17. Sonnet To Amicus 1/3/2003
18. Sonnet Xxxi: Far O'Er The Waves 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Wake 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Xxxiv: Venus! To Thee 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet -- The Mariner 1/3/2003
23. Second Ode To The Nightingale 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Xxxvi: Lead Me, Sicilian Maids 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet X: Dang'Rous To Hear 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xi: O! Reason! 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xxiv: O Thou! Meek Orb 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Xxxix: Prepare Your Wreaths 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xii: Now, O'Er The Tesselated Pavement 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Xiii: Bring, Brick To Deck My Brow 1/3/2003
31. Poor Marguerite 1/3/2003
32. To The Myrtle 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet To Ingratitude 1/3/2003
34. To The Muse Of Poetry 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Iii: Turn To Yon Vale Beneath 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xviii: Why Art Thou Chang'D? 1/3/2003
37. Ode To Reflection 1/3/2003
38. Ode To Meditation 1/3/2003
39. The Fortune-Teller, A Gypsy Tale 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet Xxxv: What Means The Mist 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Mary Darby Robinson


WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,
My wand'ring eye beholds the foamy deep,
I mark the restless surge­and think of THEE.
The curling waves, the passing breezes move,
Changing and treach'rous as the breath of LOVE;
The "sad similitude" awakes my smart,
And thy dear image twines about my heart.

When at the sober hour of sinking day,
Exhausted Nature steals to soft repose,
When the hush'd linnet slumbers on the spray,
And scarce a ZEPHYR fans the drooping ROSE;
I glance o'er scenes of bliss to...

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The Faded Bouquet

FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May,
And fresh it hail'd morn's breezy hour,
When ev'ry spangled leaf look'd gay,
Besprinkled with the twilight show'r;
When to its mossy buds so sweet,
The BUTTERFLY enamour'd flew,
And hov'ring o'er the fragrant treat,
Oft bath'd its silken wings in dew.

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